There is a difference between being alone and loneliness.
The screams of silence are louder than the summer storms thunder
yet I sit back, let it rain around me and inside me.
It has come to visit me again,
the darkness that I prayed never to meet again.
It floats, drowns me internally.
I lose air, I lose sight. I lose the vision of what is healthy and right.
Yet, I am here again. In the realm of no color.
But red. I see the red. I see the light so slightly.
Do not fade, do not leave me. Do not let me sink into the crevasse of this loneliness.
It is dark and cold here. I want to feel warm,
will you hold me?